Indiscretion

Previously, in the deleted post, I referred to a certain coworker as the Alien Queen, because she is vile and antagonistic in every way, and I ultimately want to blast her out the airlock. She is an incompetent, lazy, rude, vociferous, irresponsible, callous, self-centered screw-up. Not only does she drag the entire team’s production into the same gutter as her detestable speech, she is unimaginably self-deceived into believing she is the only human being on the planet with half a wit. She has the mentality of a ninth-grader, though I doubt she ever made it very far past the ninth grade anyway. But I digress.

Friday, my supervisor sent off everyone’s times for the week before she had to leave at 1:00 for a doctor’s appointment. About an hour later, the Alien Queen decided to just clock out--after the times were sent off, mind you. This morning, she didn’t even call to explain why she’s AWOL. You can’t just do that—especially when you’re under 90 days.

Big Boss had enough. She was fired, but she doesn’t know it yet because she hasn’t come in. I should go next door to 7-Eleven and get some popcorn in preparation for the inevitable scene (because everyone in the office knows she’ll start something). The sexual harassment complaints I had blogged about didn’t even come into play, though I made sure to make it very clear to my supervisor why I support her getting fired. I just can’t believe she made it this long.

This calls for a cigar. This may go down in the archives as the best Monday ever.